( eddie's trying to wiggle his way out when he spots the goddamn golf cart and house sitting in it. he narrows his eyes, tries to get out of jim's arms again but he's pretty much a caterpillar in a cacoon right now or stuck in a chinese finger trap, the blankets keep getting tighter.

which is great for his dignity and not so great for his survival. it shouldn't be so hot that he's being manhandled like this, he really thinks there's something wrong with him as he's settled into jim's lap. he glances over his shoulder. jim got a glare first thing and house gets a grin because he's not on eddie's shit list at all right now, far from it despite being an accomplice here. the confusion and delight tells him this was at least somewhat of a surprise for the guy. ) Fancy seeing you here, doc.

( he's settled for a moment as the cart takes off and then remembers what the fuck is happening, squirms again and when they go over a bump ends up legs hanging out of the gold cart and his head in house's lap, ass squirming in jim's through layers of blankets. he winces, knows he's landed on houses' bad thigh. ) Sorry.

( then he cranes his neck, looks up at jim. ) Yeah, Hopper. Share with the class. Why am I being dragged off like I'm some runaway bride who made an exit on the wedding night?